Luyện nghe bài hát Rap Poets

as soon as hip hop came out it was a music that i could and identify with the millennium.

all and round!
from the first to the last, it is in the
clear shit! all my nigger my..
the hip pop is out!
..my rap poem.

there's a certain mystique i speak that you notice
cause it's sort of unique, cause you know me,
my poetry is deep and i'm mad at the way i flow to this beat!
i can't stand still, it's like trying crack and go to sleep,
i'm strapped it's known any i could snap,
i'm the equivalent of what would happen if rapped
i these rappers so bad lyrically
it even funny, i ain't even hungry, it ain't even money
you can't pay me enough for you to me
it's cockamanie you just ain't zany to rock with shady
my is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
i got screws loose, yea the whole caboodle, i'm just brutal
it's no rumor, i'm uno, assume it
there's no more in it, no more you know
i'm rolling with a bowling ball in my bag
you need a fag to come and a near hole in my ass!

young hov got the in a frenzy
twenty sold all independently,
so when you me
make sure you got your 'semblies
like, "he's the j.f.kennedy"
i started out, i ain't no chimney
my ma was santa claus, well, at she pretended to be
one night, well, that's if memory serves me correct
i her under the christmas tree.
young hov have no pops
thank god, man, i had the
ya'll hear me
you young fucks got the all wrong
this is my life, man, this no song!
you livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house
in that tight-ass room, the cars out
and the pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself
you pie, stop feeling yourself!

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i woke up early on my born day, i'm years of blessing
the essence of adolescent leaves my body now i'm in
my frame is celebrated cause i made it
one through life some god-ly like thing created
got rhymes 365 days annual plus
load up the mic and one, cuss while i puffs from
my cause it's pain in my brain vein money maintain
don't go against the simple and plain!
when i was at this i used to do my thing hard
robbin' foreigners take they wallets they jewels and rip they green
dipped to the projects my quick cash
and got my first piece of ass smokin' with hash
now it's all about cash in abundance, i used to run with
is rich or doin years in the
i switched my motto -- instead of sayin fuck
that buck bought a bottle could've struck the lotto.
i stood on the block, loose cracks produce stacks
i cooked up and cut pieces to get my loot back
is illmatic keep static like wool fabric
pack a four-matic that crack your cabbage!